Welcome to my first mixtape. I know it's trash, therefore there is no need for you to comment saying it's trash. Or do, whatever... That's cool.

One Minute (Kahoot Mini-mix)

In which YAOES releases poorly mixed, mediocre tracks, with much pride.

#JerseyDevilCypher2

He Reigns (Remix)

REMIX of iSpy (feat. Lil Yachty) by Kyle

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
You don't know me, like the first track I ever written
And I still top the game, first place ribbon
I been out here T-Bag-in, on a break from prison
I be flexin’ on the critics, you just gone fishin’
Quicker than a Model S, but more fuel efficient
Got no pistons, but I’m driven, like I’m on a mission
Futuristic, spit my lyrics leavin no emissions
You still need to use a key to turn in the ignition
You don’t get it, I’m the ish, I got my own religion
I can do what I like, so don’t try petition
I could walk out on the lake, like I’m Jesus risen
I could even be the president if it’s my vision
Surpassing every limit, so stop with the suspicion
I been keepin’ up the scheme, homie take a listen
I don’t have to focus on being a true musician
I could just exaggerate about my future riches
Give me 2 years, and I’ll have servants help me count my millions
Forget the gold, I want chains made of pure crimson
You think I’m makin this up, but this aint even fiction
When I make it, know the warning signs that you were given

Chorus:
I’m the type of dude that they all want to be
I got people actin like they all knew me
You gon’ crank it and your friends be like “who’s he?”
You’ll be like, “that’s YAOES, boy isn’t he neat?”

I don’t need to copy you, I’m so unique
You gon’ even have this remix on repeat
You gon’ crank it and your friends be like “who’s he?”
You’ll be like, “that’s YAOES, boy isn’t he neat?”
x2



Verse 2:
Kyle got Boat to do the second verse
I don’t need to have a B-List  rapper take a turn
Rappers fillin’ up with features, I’ve already learned
I’m just a freshman, and not finished with a single term 
Got no shade to throw, but I could take the throne
If you’re standin in the way I’ll break your anklebone
I’m sick of rappers who just flexin’ with the same cologne
You must be runnin out of cash, so take some change along
See no paths that fit me, so Imma make my own
I’m pioneering, and I’m failing if the stakes are low
Not in the industry, I’ll tell the labels no
I’m separatin from the game, so I can change alone
You can judge me, claim I’m cheating, like I’m Barry Bonds
I’m only juicin a Capri Sun on my shady lawn
Got some thoughts I need to plot before the days are gone
And when I reap em, you will see the sugar cane I’ve sown
Reachin for the stars, and I will Touch the Skyrim
I will make it, even if I have a bustin’ sinus
Hand me a Dr. Pepper, cuz it’s finest
We can just relax, cuz it’s the perfect timing

Chorus:
I’m the type of dude that they all want to be
I got people actin like they all knew me
You gon’ crank it and your friends be like “who’s he?”
You’ll be like, “that’s YAOES, boy isn’t he neat?”

I don’t need to copy you, I’m so unique
You gon’ even have this remix on repeat
You gon’ crank it and your friends be like “who’s he?”
You’ll be like, “that’s YAOES, boy isn’t he neat?”
x2

Isn't He Neat? (iSpy REMIX)

Remix of Chance the Rapper's Cocoa Butter Kisses, off of the mixtape AcidRap

Get A Clue (Cocoa Butter Kisses REMIX)

College Life (prod. CALIBERBEATS) #RapSummit4

Listen on YouTube: https://youtu.be/0iE4ZwTCoBM

produced by CALIBERBEATS

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
A couple candles sit alit atop a table
Phone is swingin like a pendulum, it’s hanging by the cable
And the TV VCR Combo has two vertical bars
In the corner, in the center sits a slowly beating heart
The couch folds in on itself, a single rip across the pillows
In the corner stands a lamp, made to look like a weeping willow
A pool sits on the hardwood, and more drips as if from nowhere
But a rope shaped in a loop dangles just above a chair	
The mirror’s shattered in the bathroom
A red handprint on the door
It sits perfect where it’s placed
Not a drop fell to the floor
Piece of birthday cake sits on the desk inside the den
The AC unit blinks the number sixty six again again
A single book is tilted on its spine, The Catcher in the Rye
The safe is open, with no proof of force, no contents sit inside
Kitchen is sitting suspiciously still, and the racks in the oven burn orange like some copper
A bottle of pills on the counter is spilled, and the only utensil that’s missing is “Chopper”
The fridge radiates a peculiar heat, but it’s contents are cold, and it won’t make a sound
While the light in the microwave’s on, plate is spinning, the door is wide open, the clock’s counting down
Standing in the bedroom is somebody in a gown, they got a bullet in the chamber and a colt that’s in a hand
A couple holes up in their skull, a body layin on the bed, a winter jacket torn apart in every single way it can
When there’s a flicker in the lights, a little rumble in the floor, a bigger slam without a source, then blood is oozing from the pores
A coat is covering the skin, the standing one begins to grin, because her throat is closing up, and now she’ll never breathe no more.


Verse 2:
Windows in the house just make you feel like someone’s watching you, 
but ain’t nobody got a clue
It’s been 20 years, man time flew
A couple’s in the living room, ordering their Thai Food
Jay Leno rerun on the TV, 
When a bottle of Fiji
Drops out of thin air, but the water is now wine,
And the contents spill across the carpet, spelling the word “die”
Power lines cut, but the generator kicks
Television slows down, and then begins to skip
Repeat repeat repeat repeat, 
Repeat repeat repeat repeat
The lights went out, but one coming from the hall
He goes to check it out, but it’s not a “light” at all
It shines behind the bathroom door, and it begins to crack
She joins him, moments before their vision goes black
No one will ever understand, what happens in this house
They all leave without a trace, it sits silent as a mouse
And when you try to stay, it will try to kick you out
But if you persist, persist, do not ever turn around

what happens in this house (prod. CALIBERBEATS)

Remix to Eminem's new track, Walk on Water ft. Beyonce.

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
I’m not Em, but I had a lot of crap thrown at me
My life been more dramatic than a movie, but I’m not acting
There are days darker than most, that impact me
I just do whatever I can to be happy
There are other days I feel like Jesus I preach from 
The heart, and we will embrace the moment, and let it seize us
I can glue life back together, when I gather all the pieces
But there’s always someone out there that’s tryin to cheat us
The heart wants what it wants, and it wants what it needs
And when you rip the heart apart, it sure as hell is gonna bleed
You can take the drops of blood, and plant each as a seed
But it takes time to grow it back to where it really needs to be
I don’t claim to be a prophet, I’m a devil if anything
But I hope you know I’m doing my best to do everything
I can to make the world a better place, for our sons and daughters
But I can’t do it all, I can’t walk on water

Verse 2:
I can’t work miracles, I’ll probably never make a profit
But I’ll keep you all in mind, when I’m lookin at my prospects
It’s a process, and I might get a lot of hate for it
Droppin this track so quick, want me to forfeit
A chance for more hits, and maybe more fans
It’s not what I want, but I feel like I really can
Reach more people if I cast a wider net into the stands
And I could have something here, if it starts to expand
But I know that some will think that I’m a sellout
Think I’m grabbin for views, and my growth gon head south
A couple folks gon wanna rip open my chest now
For hopping on Em’s beat, well… Believe me I mean well
I’ve seen hell, so leave me be, please I seek health
I’m gonna bring the frost when I break out of this shell
We gon march to River Styx, bust open every cell
You’ll see, when we take on the beast, we’re gonna freeze hell

Walk on Water (Eminem REMIX) - "Freeze Hell"

My first entry to the AMG #BlackFridayCypher ... eh... I took it easy with this one.

"Death Proof" AMG #BlackFridayCypher

Lyrics:
You don’t know what I got packin in the back, in the hatch
A couple axes, heads of dragons, and a basket of rags
Boutta drag em, make em red, when I cut you in half
I’ll clip your hair into a wig, and then I’ll dress up in drag
Cuz there’s no *bleep* way that I don’t *bleep* a *bleep* up
I’ll *bleep* her family, *bleep* a *bleep* ton and *bleep*
A *bleep* mouth got me to this *bleep* place
So I *bleep* on the mic and *bleep* like the rap game
So what the hell’s a fella to do?
Make original music, and then develop it too?
Not sellin up horrendous renditions of LP2
Or takin assonance and acid and seeing what else it do?
I wouldn’t say that I’m inspired, I’d just say that I like it
Hold a blade up to my neck, and who know’s if it might slit
Don’t you go on callin me a Mathers clone, I don’t like Slim
But I could only sound more like him, if I started with “Hi kids!”

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